Can't make my own decisions Or make any with precision Well, maybe you should tie me up So I don't go where you don't want me You say that I been changing That I'm not just simply aging Yeah, how could that be logical? Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat Woah
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"maybe you should change your outfit." she bit the inside of her cheek as she looked at her man of 3 months. "and why is that, Dylan?"
"you're showing too much." he replied, rudely. It took everything in Y/n not to curse him out. "so?" "we're going on a date, not a club." he replied while looking at his phone.
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Y/n clenched her fist and walked back into her room to change. "he's my boyfriend, not my father." she mumbles.
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She rids her dress of any wrinkles and fixed her bun. Changing her flats to black chunky heel boots, she walked downstairs with her arms crossed.
"better. That's decent." Y/n pushed his arm away before it even landed on her. "let's just get in the car." Y/n struts out of the house.
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Y/n gives a small smile as Dylan pulls her chair out. She liked this Dylan. Gentleman, sweet, and humble, Dylan.
"thanks." she mumbled and he pushed her chair in before sitting down. She grabs the menu and takes a glance at it. "I know what I want." "at least wait for me." he joked earning an eye roll and a smile from Y/n.
Their waiter soon came and Y/n ordered her food. Dylan looked at her food choice and his eyebrows furrowed, but he ordered his food anyways.
"your food and drinks will be here shortly." "thank you, Keith." the waiter grins at Y/n before walking away.
"What the hell?!" Dylan whispers. "why did you order that? That's expensive and it's fattening."
"What exactly are you trying to say? That I am getting fat or that I can't pay for my own shit? Because I don't need you to pay." Y/n whispered back, trying not to lose her composure.
"a man always pay for the woman." "well, I'm paying for myself." she spoke, sipping her water that was placed on the table. "you're changing." he spoke after a few moments of silence.
"I haven't changed. You're just an asshole." those words caused Dylan to feel hurt. It changed his attitude towards her completely.
Before he could say more, their food arrived and they both ate in silence. Dylan would sneak a peek or two at her, no getting any sort of reaction.
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Y/n finishes her plate and placed her fork down whipping her mouth with a napkin. "I'm going home." she pulls out an $100 dollar bill and slams it on the table.
"find somebody else to control. Because it sure as hell ain't me." Dylan reached for her arm but she snatched it away before leaving the restaurant.
